CHAPTER Seventy-seven:

　　“Arian, what you did was unforgivable!” His tone was filled with scorn.

　　“I know.” He cast his eyes away with a flush.

　　“Imagine if tables were turned, how would you have reacted? What if I killed your own child, Arian?”

　　“In my anger, truthfully, I would have buried a sword in your heart.” He answered with honesty shining in his eyes.

　　Whether it was facial expression—the seriousness of his voice when he said that—or just because of the sake of it, Conroy burst out laughing.

　　Soon Arian joined in the laughter and it became a rumble of male laughter.

　　Soon Conroy quieted, humor gone from his eyes, “Do not ask me for forgiveness, ever again. I am barely refraining from having you skewered as it is. There are thousands of grief that could befall a man and he would still shake it off but not the loss of a child especially when the child did not die by natural means.”

　　He hung his head as his shoulders drooped, “As you wish, Your Highness.”

　　Changing the subject Arian continued,